Page 7 of Daddy's Little Treat

But I’m a gentleman, so my polite smile is automatic when I respond, “Yes, ma’am. That’s me.”

I never expected to become so popular on social media—I’m just a single dad with a remodeling business—but posting a few videos where you’ve forgotten to put a shirt on can get the attention of a lot of people. Most of the time, when they recognize me, they want to sayhiand tell me how much they love my content, especially the ones with my son, Tommy.

I had no idea how many women would react to those. Before I knew it, I went viral on more than one platform. Overnight, I was pushed into the spotlight, and thirsty women from all over couldn’t get enough. I started receiving comments about my looks, which admittedly inflated my ego a bit. But I never had an interest in pursuing anything with my admirers, even before I met Kelsey. And now that I have her, I wouldn’t dream of it.

“I’m so excited to meet you. I’m your biggest fan.” She bats her fake eyelashes at me in a terrible attempt to be coy again. “I’m Leslie.”

She steps closer, invading my personal space and brushing the tips of her fingers across my chest. She’s so short she has to tip her head back to look into my face. I awkwardly take her hand, giving it a shake and making damn sure not to accidentally touch her breasts as I do so. The last thing I want to do is encourage her flirtatious behavior because I recognize the heated look in her eyes. She wants me. But I damn sure don’t want her.

“Nice to meet you, Lily,” I politely reply, struggling to keep a smile on my face while I glance over to the bar, only to find that Kelsey is gone yet again.

I’m going to make her ass red later for all this running away.

My cock is pulsing with need for her, yet instead, I’m stuck talking to some stranger who’s looking at me as ifshe’sthe predator and I’m her prey. It’s almost ironic, considering I’m dressed as a wolf, and she’s a bunny.

“It’s Leslie.” I can see right through her plastic smile.

“Of course.”

“You know, Logan, your video helped me repair a leaky faucet I was having trouble with. It was so helpful and easy. Although I have to admit it wasn’t the home DIY tips that made me start following you.” I’m never sure how to respond to these comments, but at least she’s not being as forward as some of the others. “You’re totally gorgeous, but I’m sure you already know that. Maybe you’d have some time to help me do some remodeling… now that my divorce is finalized.”

I force myself not to cringe. It seems my assessment of her was premature. She’sexactlylike the others, a fact that’s emphasized when she rests her hand on my arm.

“In that case,” I say, dramatically grabbing a savory puff pastry from the buffet table, which forces her to release my arm. “I’d recommend you call the office on Monday for a consultation.”

“Oh?” she pouts, yet moves closer. “I was hoping you’d do the consulting yourself. Perhaps starting with the bedroom?”

Fuck, she’s brazen.

Frustration builds inside me as I’ve had enough of this conversation. I want to go find my Little Girl, who I’m sure craves me as much as I do her. But instead, I’m stuck in this seemingly endless exchange with a woman who undoubtedly wants sex. My need for Kelsey is becoming fucking unbearable, and I’m starting to get pissed off. I’m so ready to take her home and tear off that sexy costume that I’m about to sayfuck this partyand call out for her like a madman. The only thing hotter than Kelsey in her Little Red Riding Hood outfit is seeing her naked in our bed and coming on my dick.

I need to find my Little Girl.Now.

The gracious smile has disappeared from my face. “Look, Liza. I’m in a relationship.” The woman huffs, clearly disappointed. “And there is nothing and no one who could ever take me away from my woman. Now, if you’re really interested in those home repairs, then I’m happy to help you. Otherwise, let’s pretend this conversation never happened.” I pause, giving her the opportunity to save face, but she surprises me and asks for more information about a home remodel.

However, she doesn’t provide many details about her actual needs. Instead, she giggles at my barely amusing dad jokes and continues to undress me with her eyes. Pissed at myself for being too cordial, I’m suggesting again that she call the office to schedule a proper consultation when warm, delicate hands slip beneath the back of my costume and glide over my skin. My body thrums with energy as I recognize this touch.

“Wolfie, have you been looking for me?” There’s a soothing cadence to Kelsey’s sultry tone that makes my heart stutter.

My smile is ear to ear when I turn to find my girlfinallywithin arm’s reach. I whip her around to stand in front of me, the action forcing Leslie to retreat a few steps.

“Leslie, I’d like you to meet my better half. This is Kelsey.”

The woman’s expression shifts to annoyance, but I couldn’t care less now that I have my prize. Kelsey’s curves make my cock so hard it’s painful. And I can tell she feels it too, from the way she tenses as I press myself into her lower back. Even through our clothes, there’s no hiding what she does to me.

“Lovely to meet you, Leslie.” Kelsey sounds sincere, but no one knows her like I do. I saw that flash of possessive jealousy in her eyes when I turned around. It’s hot as hell knowing she feels that way about me—and the feeling’s mutual.

“I think I’ll go mingle. You two have a nice night.” Leslie purses her lips before tossing her hair over her shoulder. I can’t bring myself to feel too bad for her—I didn’t lead her on. I already have the perfect woman. I brush a strand of curly hair off my Little Girl’s forehead.

“If I’d known being hit on by another woman would bring you to me, I would’ve tried that from the start, instead of chasing you all over this damn mansion.” I laugh, kissing her gently on the temple. I open my eyes and my smirk quickly disappears when I see her deadly glare. “I’m just kidding,” I assure her. “You know I’d never do that.”

“Is that so?” The corners of her mouth twitch as she fights off a smile.

“I only have eyes for you,” I declare, kissing the tip of her nose. “As do most of the men in this room.” It’s not a lie. If I hadn’t been preoccupied with hunting Kelsey down all night, I’d have been busy keeping guys’ eyes off her ass instead.

“And most of the women have their eyes on you, Wolfie. Just like your little friendLeslie,” she says the woman’s name in that mocking tone of hers.

“Don’t they know I’m taken, Red? Even if my little vixen has made me chase her all fucking night.”

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